See, you/I
Ungoverned space
No forms of order
No magnetic attractions
Nor resistences
Dark shapes colliding
Ripping apart
Coarsely torn
Wounded matter
Blackened in lightless
Comprise
Meld of entropy
Varying, pelting, dust
Particles thickened--a complexed
Chiseling monsoon
And, no rains--nor suns
Nor moons
Increasing or decreasing
What order or beauty
Would combine or
Define
Its master weeps
Written By, Darkest Angel
Written September 11, 2010
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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